Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.